"Oh no, Guy, no. My writing is so horrid."
"But you must write. Pauline, if you want to know why I'm really going away, it's simply to have a letter from you."
"You must write to me first then," she whispered.
In truth Pauline felt terrified to think how she would ever begin a letter to Guy. He would cease to love her any more after she had written to him. He would hate her stupid letters.
"I shall be glad to see Michael again," said Guy. "But I suppose I must not say anything about you. No, I won't talk about you. Oxford will be wonderfully quiet without undergraduates, and I shall have letters from you."
Mrs. Grey came out into the garden.
"Now, Guy, I think you ought to go. Because really the Rector is getting worried about you and Pauline."
"I'm going into Oxford, Mrs. Grey."
"Well, that is a charming idea—charming, yes."
"But I'll be back for Pauline's birthday."